Seeing Qi Lang's excited look, the dustless old man added: "Little guy, don't be too complacent about this. You must know that the art is endless, and even the old man, who has reached the level of a high-level sage, still does not dare to slack off, and keeps practicing every day, looking forward to being able to go further. ”

"High Sage?" Qi Lang's eyes widened when he heard this, "That's already the highest level of cultivators, right?"

Wuchen shook his head: "More than thirty years ago, I also thought that I had reached the peak, until I met a peerless master in your homeland, and I realized that I had completely mistaken my name. The world has always been like this, a mountain is still higher than a mountain, you think you are the first in the world, but there will always be higher peaks in front of you. It is said that the man has reached the level of a fairy, which is a higher level above the Sage. ”

Qi Lang was so surprised that his mouth couldn't close his mouth: "Fairy, isn't that the same as the legendary gods?"

Wuchen laughed: "One thing is closer, they are all high. But the fairy is just a level, as long as you work hard, there will always be someone who can reach it. But the gods can only be looked up to, can only be worshipped, they may be ethereal, but they are faith and sustenance. ”

Qi Lang's blood was already boiling a little: "So my previous judgment was wrong, I thought that the cultivators of the East were far inferior to the warriors of the West in terms of combat ability, but now it seems that this is simply ridiculous! Our cultivation path is the path of the real powerhouse." ”

Wuchen sighed thoughtfully: "You can't say that. Cultivators and warriors are just two different paths to the top, just as warriors have a legendary god of war level above Douzun. However, the warriors are more focused on the improvement of bravery, while we cultivators are more focused on the harmony of heaven and earth. The difference between the two attitudes caused one side to want to be born and the other to join the WTO, which was the main reason why the eastern countries were repeatedly oppressed by the powers of the Western Regions. ”

The dustless old man chatted with Qi Lang for a long time, and the people around him have not been able to interject a word, especially Jira, who has a good grasp of the Chinese language, with the help of Qingguo, most of the conversation has been basically mastered, and when he heard that Easterners are always bullied by Westerners, he finally couldn't help it: "Please forgive me, old man, I have to say that you have overturned the boat with a stick." We Westerners are good people, and we have never bullied you. ”

The dustless old man pondered for a moment in surprise, and finally figured out what Jira's words meant, and said with a smile: "What this little brother wants to say is to overturn a boatload of people with a rod, right? But you Westerners are good people, but there are still Westerners who are eyeing you from 10 kilometers away. ”

There is no doubt that the Westerners that the Dustless Old Man is referring to are none other than the Tiger Cavalry of the Otto Empire. Qi Lang had already guessed that the purpose of the dustless old man coming here was not only to solve his doubts, but it should be that Princess Mi Rong couldn't rest assured, and invited her powerful master over to relieve himself.

"Did you see those soldiers?" Qi Lang asked with a smile. He now has confidence in his heart, the dustless old man has appeared in Yuanping Town, even if the Otto Empire sends tens of thousands of troops, this battle will still be a dozen.

Sure enough, Wuchen nodded: "Miss Rong saw that my old bones were quite tough, and forcibly pushed me out, wanting to relieve her little pitiful." Lieutenant Lansay of the Tiger Cavalry is a good fighter, but in my old man's opinion, his good days are coming to an end. ”

As soon as Ji Meng and the others heard this, they knew that the dustless old man had come prepared, and they were all happy, and the current tension of the enemy had also been diluted a lot. Although the dustless old man was born in the Mingyu Kingdom, he also walked the world when he was young, and enjoyed a good reputation in the eastern countries, it was easy to appear in front of him at this moment, who didn't look forward to being able to be pointed out, maybe there would be a breakthrough in strength, and they came over and saluted him.

However, there are also people who stay aside, still with a skeptical attitude, such as the dead Ao Wu, although Qingguo explained to him for a long time on the side, he still frowned, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and refused to approach anything. Another person who also kept his distance from him was Joanna. She had already heard that the white-bearded old man was sent by an imaginary rival in love, and it was estimated that she was secretly competing in her heart at the moment, so naturally she would not come up and get close.

However, although Wuchen looks like an old man with dizzy eyes, his spirit is not bad, he has already seen all this in his eyes, and after being polite with everyone, he actually stood up slowly, took the initiative to walk in front of Aowu, and beckoned to Qingguo, signaling her to help translate.

"This strong boy has the sword of victory in his hand?" he asked, intriguingly.

Uao vigilantly moved the heavy sword behind him, and at the same time, Leo, who had been lying on the side, also stood up and bared his teeth at the old man, and the target he aimed at should be the corner of the clothes on the other side of the dustless old man.

"Tell him that it's not his business. Ou Wu confessed to Qingguo, twisted his face, and took Leo out of the town again. I really don't know what kind of madness he has again, but he is just an old man, not an enemy, why does he have such a bad attitude?

"He's sorry to you, old man. Qingguo glanced at Qi Lang and lied to Ao Wu in good faith, "He still has a task, and he needs to go down to guard against those wicked people, it's rude." ”

"It's not that easy for you to fool me, old fellow. Wuchen pointed at Qingguo, pretending to be disgusted, but smiled self-deprecatingly, "But this language is really troublesome, no wonder King Mihuan also issued a decree for this, requiring our senior personnel to pass the level exam of the barbarian language, now it seems that our majesty really has foresight." It's just that the screaming is really a headache. ”

Qi Lang secretly stuck out his tongue on the side, guessing in his heart that this old man with a large white beard must have been dizzy by those strange letters, and maybe he also delayed his cultivation to break through the immortal level. But since he saw that Ou's weapon was a holy sword, could it be a hint at the sword of honor?

Thinking of this, Qi Lang's heart was suddenly shocked - the sword of honor was the treasure of the Mingyu Kingdom, although he had given it back with both hands at that time, but he had unknowingly become the owner of the holy sword. This matter is not trivial, if you don't confess it and are actively mentioned by Mr. Wuchen, then you will be passive.

Qi Lang hurriedly asked for a chair from Ji Meng's side, and while helping the old man to sit down slowly, he said in a hesitant voice: "Mr. Wuchen, there is something I still want to confide in you, the sword of honor of your country......"

"Did you lose it? That's a big deal...... the old man smiled and patted Qi Lang's head, Qi Lang immediately felt that a breath had seeped into his mind from his scalp, and the place where that breath had seeped into it was the Baihui acupoint that the Grand Master of Wenchang had instructed that day.

"Hey, it's a false alarm. The dustless old man thought that he already knew everything about Qi Lang's possession of the Holy Sword and Sword Soul, and deliberately winked at him and said, "You little guy is really the darling of the heavens, the treasure of our Mingyu Kingdom has only met you twice, and he is dead set on you, who can have such a great creation?"

This sentence seems to be another pun, but to be honest, the treasure in the mouth of the dustless old man, Qi Lang only has some confidence in the holy sword, as for the other one, he thinks that it is a priceless treasure that can only be viewed from a distance, and it is more sacred. He didn't dare to think about it the other way, because it was too abrupt.

"It's not really dead set on it. Qi Lang blushed and said, "I mean the sword of honor, you know. Although it saved me several times, it didn't seem to listen to me. I've heard that I need to reach the Sage level to summon the sword soul as I want, but I don't know exactly where it's hidden. ”

The dustless old man smiled meaningfully, "Of course the treasure is still in our palace - I mean the sword of honor. However, its aura has gathered on your Baihui acupoint, and when I first saw you that day, I had already noticed this, and there was a certain quality in your spirit that happened to be in line with that supreme divine object, so it recognized you early on, regarded you as its master, and when you needed it most, it would appear to help you get out of trouble. ”

He looked up at Ou Wu's distant figure again, and shook his head gently: "That kid is also a manufacturable material, but it's a pity that it's the sword of victory......"

Qi Lang was puzzled again: "Is there any problem with that? Of course, he hasn't completely conquered that holy sword yet, but I firmly believe in it, and he will definitely get the approval of the sword of victory." ”

There seemed to be a trace of sadness in the eyes of the dustless old man: "That requires a price, a big price." ”

Qi Lang couldn't help but get nervous when he heard this: "The price, Mr. Wuchen, can you make it clearer?"

But the old man soon laughed with relief, "Nothing is yet known, lad, isn't it boring to worry about those things? If you can root the path of a cultivator in your bones in a short period of time, you must have been taught by the words and deeds of the top masters. Why don't you tell me more?"

Finally asked about his life experience, although Qi Lang didn't want to hide it in his heart, but this was indeed a difficult question that he couldn't answer, because his memory had not yet been opened, although he occasionally remembered the tall figure standing beside him, and the stern voice, but who was he?